The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 112 - S2- (Not) First Night

Zean is someone who does not want to be different from other humans. As he knows the important ritual after the wedding reception is the first night, do not forget the honeymoon and the like.

All must be done, for whatever reason is clear Zean is really frustrated if it does not run smoothly. Still at the same hotel, Zean decided to stay for a few nights here.

Zean's wishes were fully supported by his parents. Both Zia and Mikhail seemed to really understand what his son wanted. Syila was even at a loss for herself when they prepared all her gear for tonight.

"We're sleeping here tonight?" syila asked looking at the confused husband who was now reviewing a smile at her.

"Yes .. This is our first night."

The first night he said, a Syila to the point of being speechless heard it. Somehow the concept of the first night for Zean, did not he see if Syila was currently two-bodied. So, why does it still feel like the bride has just.

"First night? Didn't you hear wrong?" Syila frowned because she felt this was too ridiculous to answer.

"No, it's true that the first night .. tonight your status is not a secret wife anymore, what's wrong if we celebrate, dear?"

It is not wrong, at all Syila did not blame even though Zean used the first night sentence for now. It's just that, to serve Zean as the other newlyweds were utterly incapable, she was tired of even objecting to her actual stomach.

Right now he was just sitting on the edge of the bed. Zean approached, the wife's dress looking uncomfortable in her eyes at the moment, but somehow Syila had not asked him for help since then.

"Is it not hot? I can take off, can I?"

Her mouth was still asking, but her hands had already moved to open the dress. Think of Shila's plan as approval, yes even though without Syila's consent he will still be open as well.

"Didn't you?"

Syila's eyes she forced wide open, she yawned wide as if intentionally making Zean understand that she was tired and there was no ritual like what Zean asked for. However, Zean seemed to close his eyes and he was blind to the state of his wife.

After making sure everything was detached from the wife's body, Zean looked at Nasyila closely. Not the first night, but it was Zean as if there was no boss, the wife's body that was a little contained this was very adorable in Zean's eyes.

"Your body is sticky, you want to take a shower or I'll just wipe?" Zean gives an offer that does still end up stealing a touch on his wife's body later.

"I thought I was a baby." Syila clucked as she brushed aside Zean's fingers slowly, which began to trace her face.

"Hahaha relax dong, sweetie .. emotion."

Bathing with Zean will certainly take a long time, even very long. Syila's fingers were even wrinkled now, her lips were shivering and that was common. It had to be with emotion first before Zean's heart door was knocked to leave the bathroom.

Zean was good, he was gentle and loving. Long before he expressed love and so on, the man was already very sweet. However, tonight she was completely different, Syila seemed to feel the sensation of being a queen who was being served by maids in the palace.

Not only limited to drying hair, but also Zean who now suddenly wants to style the wife's hair for whatever reason. His instincts suddenly wanted to, tonight he wanted to see his wife's hair really wavy just like Syila as a child.

"I can send_"

"I'm just, this kind of thing is so small."

"Well hot, my hair's broken to take responsibility?" syila asked stroked her chest, the fact on the ground had already happened even her scalp felt hot instantly.

Not to believe Zean would hurt him, but somehow he suddenly hesitated with the ability of Zean who now mastered the new catokan gift from Lengkara a few days ago.

"Faith, leave it to me. There is nothing I cannot do in this world, dear. Remember that," he whispered confidently, with the intention and will he was sure to make his wife look different tonight.

"Aaawwh, hot."

"Shut up, don't move dong's head."

Syila's hunch is getting worse, her hair has partially changed Zean completely. Ikal if said Zean, but in the eyes of Syila her hairstyle is more appropriate to be called kribo. As seconds passed, Syila hesitated to see her reflection in the mirror.

"What kind of hairstyle is this? It's hard for me to make him so straight naturally, why is it exactly like this noodle?"

Like a customer who does not like the services of his salon, Syila protested and suddenly stressed seeing himself like this. Honestly she wanted to cry, but it seemed to be Zean's success.

"Perfect, you're gonna have to pay top dollar for this great handiwork of mine, honey."

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